Daisy’s POV
He’s dead, Felix is dead, the man who was like a second father to me, who gave me candy whenever my dad took me into his store, who treated me like one of his own, is gone, and I don’t know what to do.
A cup of hot chocolate is placed beside me on the spindly table that sits beside my father’s old armchair, the one I am curled up in, staring straight ahead. Mindy is curled up in my lap, she hasn’t left me since Noah helped me into the seat, as though she can sense that I’m drowning and I need something to hold on to. She hasn’t done this since the night of my father’s funeral, when everyone else had gone home, and it was just me, alone in this house that felt more empty than any place I had ever been before.
I reach down and scratch behind her ear, more because I need the co
